The Poets' Enchiridion: A Hitherto Unpublished Poem; with an Inedited Address to Uvedale Price on His Eightieth Birthday, an Early Invocation to Sleep, and a Preliminary Draft of the Renowned Poem, Catarina to Camoens

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Printed exclusively for members of the Bibliophile society, 1914 - Всего страниц: 53

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Стр. 27 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Стр. 14 - ... in various periodicals, her first publication was entitled, " The Seraphim, and other Poems ;" and was issued in 1838. Of this there has been no American edition. Her other work, which we propose to notice, was given to the American public, — for whom, she says, " I have felt a love and admiration as long as I have felt proud of being an Englishwoman, and almost as long as I have loved poetry itself," — some little time in anticipation of its publication in England.
Стр. 3 - Enchiridion (a hitherto unpublished poem), with an inedited Address to Uvedale Price on his eighteenth birthday, an early Invocation to Sleep, and a preliminary draft of the renowned poem Catarina to Camoens.
Стр. 14 - This edition precedes the English one by a step, — a step eagerly taken, and with a spring in it of pleasure and pride — suspended, however, for a moment, that by a cordial figure I may kiss the soil of America, and address my thanks to thorc sons of the...
Стр. 24 - These polished walls, raised by your tasteful hand, These smiling shrubs, these tangled walks and hills, These rising rocks, hewn by your active band, And drooping flow'rets washed by murmuring rills: These waters by your hand are taught to glide, And wild ducks strain their soaring wing...
Стр. 43 - When the tone faltering grew, — the lamp unbright, — Thou did'st not still the harp, or quench the light; But, patient of my lay, — its harshness borne, — Did'st spare the minstrel's fault, — the critic scorn...
Стр. 45 - Grateful Sleep, returning spring And o'er my head expand thy wing! Angels near my couch attend And Guardian Seraphim defend! Ye dreams so grateful to my soul Who bid again the ocean roll, Who bid again those waters rise Renewing...
Стр. 26 - ... depth through her own experience, how she naturally graded her own reading instead of having it done for her. Though she does speak earlier of her mother's selecting for her passages from Paradise Lost, her reading, with this exception, seems to have been of her own choosing. She admits honestly that at ten her "poetry was entirely formed by the style of written authors" and that she read that she might write.
Стр. 30 - I offered every thing in my power in order to obtain that fascinating solitary word "YES"! I have bid as high as my purse will admit! Oh let the kind, the affectionate Auctioneer exclaim "Going . . going . . gone!

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